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Who Would Get in the way of Truth


Or, who would get in the way of truth coming to pass within their own reflection of having been? Of having been. We've, I've always been within eternity and I unwittingly stumbled upon the pathway to Love because my head is upside-down, so instead of fear's hell, I saw Love's Home and I saw, self and surroundings, before any of my belief and now, I'd imagine, it's time to believe in Love, Life and Laughter before we come-up just short of the beginning to full Love. Wouldn't you agree?

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© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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  1. Doug BOctober 24, 2012 at 4:18 AM

    I love your writing, I do. But sometimes I think the word love is overused and abused. It has many shades of meaning and seems in my experience to mean different things to different people. Sometimes I forget that myself when I toss the word about.

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  2. Mark PrimeOctober 24, 2012 at 8:30 AM

    Thank you, Doug! I understand that you imagine that love is overused, I generally use the capitalized form of Love. Some may tire of the word love, yet none will tire of Love's fullness. I will, however be more mindful of its use. Thank you.

    I'm not tossing the word about, by the way. Love, however, is tossing my spirit about, trying to get it to hold its eyes open long enough to recognize its surroundings.

    Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the (H)eartH...

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